few small brown markings and was surprisingly adorable, despite its bad manners. “Don’t get any ideas,” she said. “I mean it. Stop looking at me like that.”
Chewie bumped her hand, its ears standing straight up.
“You forgot this.”
She jumped at the sound of Master Michael’s voice. How had she not heard his approach? With a half-smile, she looked over her shoulder to see him standing there holding two cups of coffee. “Bless you,” she said.
The goat abandoned her and went straight to him. Clearly even the goat knew who the master was.
He crouched next to her and offered her the same cup she’d abandoned on top of the car. As their hands connected, she glanced away. He had on his requisite hat and a long-sleeved shirt much like the one she’d donned. He’d rolled back the cuffs, leaving his forearms bare. Faded denim jeans conformed to his muscular legs. Despite the summer day, he looked like a working man.
“I see you’ve met Chewie.”
“And lost a favourite shoe,” she said wryly.
“Expensive?”
“Yes.”
He winced. “I’ll replace them.”
“ Very expensive,” she amended. Then unable to help herself, she laughed. “I don’t wear them all that often. I have others.”
“I’ve seen some with spikes on the heels. They were red, as I recall.”
“I like red.”
“They’d look good on you.”
She brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “Maybe I will take you up on your offer.”
“You should.”
Chewie wandered down to the water for a drink.
“And I’ll take you up on yours,” he said.
Though his tone was still light, she heard a serious undercurrent. She took a sip of the still warm and very much welcome coffee and looked at him. “Sir?”
“The one where you get on your knees and suck my cock in apology for leaving my bed without permission.”
She jerked her hand, sloshing the coffee. “Ah…”
He took the cup from her hand and placed it on the ground. “Or the one where you pull down your pants, lie across my lap and beg me to punish you for the same reason.”
Breath constricted in her chest. A serious line was drawn between his eyebrows. With a squeak, she managed, “Here? Now?”
“Or the one where I tie you to the fence and flog you.”
This man aroused her with only his words. “Do I have to choose one? Or can I select all of the above?”
Chapter Five
“I’m always happy to accommodate a beautiful little sub,” he said.
She opened her eyes wide. Apparently his response had caught her off guard. No doubt other men tripped over their tongues at her sass, using that as an excuse to dole out the beatings she’d searched out. No doubt her cloak of invincibility had been polished to perfection. And it was likely useful for keeping most men away. She affected an air of nonchalance from the confidence in her stride, the way she held her shoulders back, even the flip of her hair.
Despite Gregorio’s warning, or maybe because of it, Michael had looked past her perfect hair and makeup, form-fitting leather dress, fuck-me heels and attitude, searching for the vulnerable woman beneath. Watching her, he continued, “Which order would you like to go in? First to last? Or last to first?” he asked. “Or, we could start with the second option. Having your body pressed against my cock will get me hard, saving you a few seconds on the blow job.”
He’d be willing to bet she had no idea how expressive her face was. When something intrigued her, she parted her lips. Her breathing also changed, becoming faster. And that made him want her even more.
Seeing her here, now, in her natural state, wearing baggy nylon pants and sturdy boots, with hair ravaged, no makeup and dressed in one of his shirts, she had no artifice.
Earlier, when she’d touched his face in bed, he’d considered letting her know he was awake. He was a notoriously light sleeper, aware of every noise inside and outside the house. But the opportunity
Chewie bumped her hand, its ears standing straight up.
“You forgot this.”
She jumped at the sound of Master Michael’s voice. How had she not heard his approach? With a half-smile, she looked over her shoulder to see him standing there holding two cups of coffee. “Bless you,” she said.
The goat abandoned her and went straight to him. Clearly even the goat knew who the master was.
He crouched next to her and offered her the same cup she’d abandoned on top of the car. As their hands connected, she glanced away. He had on his requisite hat and a long-sleeved shirt much like the one she’d donned. He’d rolled back the cuffs, leaving his forearms bare. Faded denim jeans conformed to his muscular legs. Despite the summer day, he looked like a working man.
“I see you’ve met Chewie.”
“And lost a favourite shoe,” she said wryly.
“Expensive?”
“Yes.”
He winced. “I’ll replace them.”
“ Very expensive,” she amended. Then unable to help herself, she laughed. “I don’t wear them all that often. I have others.”
“I’ve seen some with spikes on the heels. They were red, as I recall.”
“I like red.”
“They’d look good on you.”
She brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “Maybe I will take you up on your offer.”
“You should.”
Chewie wandered down to the water for a drink.
“And I’ll take you up on yours,” he said.
Though his tone was still light, she heard a serious undercurrent. She took a sip of the still warm and very much welcome coffee and looked at him. “Sir?”
“The one where you get on your knees and suck my cock in apology for leaving my bed without permission.”
She jerked her hand, sloshing the coffee. “Ah…”
He took the cup from her hand and placed it on the ground. “Or the one where you pull down your pants, lie across my lap and beg me to punish you for the same reason.”
Breath constricted in her chest. A serious line was drawn between his eyebrows. With a squeak, she managed, “Here? Now?”
“Or the one where I tie you to the fence and flog you.”
This man aroused her with only his words. “Do I have to choose one? Or can I select all of the above?”
Chapter Five
“I’m always happy to accommodate a beautiful little sub,” he said.
She opened her eyes wide. Apparently his response had caught her off guard. No doubt other men tripped over their tongues at her sass, using that as an excuse to dole out the beatings she’d searched out. No doubt her cloak of invincibility had been polished to perfection. And it was likely useful for keeping most men away. She affected an air of nonchalance from the confidence in her stride, the way she held her shoulders back, even the flip of her hair.
Despite Gregorio’s warning, or maybe because of it, Michael had looked past her perfect hair and makeup, form-fitting leather dress, fuck-me heels and attitude, searching for the vulnerable woman beneath. Watching her, he continued, “Which order would you like to go in? First to last? Or last to first?” he asked. “Or, we could start with the second option. Having your body pressed against my cock will get me hard, saving you a few seconds on the blow job.”
He’d be willing to bet she had no idea how expressive her face was. When something intrigued her, she parted her lips. Her breathing also changed, becoming faster. And that made him want her even more.
Seeing her here, now, in her natural state, wearing baggy nylon pants and sturdy boots, with hair ravaged, no makeup and dressed in one of his shirts, she had no artifice.
Earlier, when she’d touched his face in bed, he’d considered letting her know he was awake. He was a notoriously light sleeper, aware of every noise inside and outside the house. But the opportunity
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